The Beatles - Complete Lyrics of all Songs

Making all his nowhere plans for nobody,

Making all his nowhere plans for nobody,

Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.

Desmond has a barrow in the market place.

Molly is a singer in a band.

Desmond says to Molly girl I like your face

And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand.

Obladi oblada life goes on bra

Lala how the life goes on.

Obladi oblada life goes on bra

Lala how the life goes on.

Desmond takes a trolley to the jewellers stores,

Buys a twenty carat golden ring.

Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door

And as he gives it to her she begins to sing.

Obladi oblada life goes on bra

Lala how the life goes on.

Obladi oblada life goes on bra

Lala how the life goes on.

In a couple of years they have built

A home sweet howe

With a couple of kids running in the yard

Of Desmond and Molly Jones.

Happy ever after in the market place

Desmond lets the children lend a hand.

Molly stays at home and does her pretty face

And in the evening she still sings it with the band.

Obladi oblada life goes on bra

Lala how the life goes on.

Obladi oblada life goes on bra

Lala how the life goes on.

In a couple of years they have built

A home sweet howe

With a couple of kids running in the yard

Of Desmond and Molly Jones.

Happy ever after in the market place

Molly lets the children lend a hand.

Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face

And in the evening she's a singer with the band.

Obladi oblada life goes on bra

Lala how the life goes on.

Obladi oblada life goes on bra

Lala how the life goes on.

And if you want some fun

Take obladi oblada.

I'd like to be under sea

In an octopus's garden in the shade.

He'd let us in knows where we've been

In his octopus's garden in the shade.

I'd ask my friends to come and see

An octopus's garden with me.

I'd like to be under sea

In an octopus's garden in the shade.

We would be warm below the storm

In our little hide away beneath the waves.

Resting our heads on the sea bed

In an octopus's garden near a cave.

We would sing and dance around

Because we know we can't be found.

I'd like to be under sea

In an octopus's garden in the shade.

We would shout and swim about

The coral that lies beneath the waves.

Oh what a joy for ev'ry girl and boy

Knowing they're happy and they're safe.

We would be so happy you and me,

No one there to tell us what to do.

I'd like to be under sea

In an octopus's garden with you.

In an octopus's garden with you.

In an octopus's garden with you.

Oh! Darling,

Please believe me,

I'll never do you no harm,

Believe me when I tell you

I'll never do you no harm.

Oh! Darling,

If you leave me,

I'll never make it alone.

Believe me when I beg you,

Don't ever leave me alone.

When you told me you didn't need me any more,

Well, you know I nearly broke down and cried.

When you told me you didn't need me any more,

Well, you know I nearly broke down and died.

Oh! Darling,

If you leave me,

I'll never make it alone.

Believe me when I tell you,

I'll never do you no harm

When you told me you didn't need me any more,

Well, you know I nearly broke down and cried.

When you told me you didn't need me any more,

Well, you know I nearly broke down and died.

Oh! Darling,

Please believe me,

I'll never let you down.

Bellieve me when I tell you,

I'll never do you no harm.

My baby says she's trav'ling on the one after 909.

I said move over honey I'm travelling on that line.

I said move over once, move over twice,

Come on baby don't be cold as ice.

I said I'm trav'ling on the one after 909.

I begged her not to go and I begged her on my bended knees.

You're only fooling around, you're only fooling around with me.

I said move over once, move over twice,

Come on baby don't be cold as ice.

I said I'm trav'ling on the one after 909.

I've got my bag,

Run to the station.

Railman says

You've got the wrong location.

I've got my bag,

Run right home.

Then I find

I've got the number wrong.

I said I'm trav'ling on the one after 909.

I said move over honey I'm travelling on that line.

I said move over once, move over twice,

Come on baby don't be cold as ice.

I said I'm trav'ling on the one after 909.

I've got my bag,

Run to the station.

Railman says

You've got the wrong location.

I've got my bag,

Run right home.

Then I find

I've got the number wrong.

My baby says she's trav'ling on the one after 909.

I said move over honey I'm travelling on that line.

I said move over once, move over twice,

Come on baby don't be cold as ice.

I said I'm trav'ling on the one after 909.

If you're list'ning to this song

You may think the chords are going wrong.

But they're not.

He just wrote it like that.

When you're list'ning late at night,

You may think the bands are not quite right.

But they are.

They just play it like that.

It doesn't really matter what chords I play,

What words I say or time of day it is,

As it's only a Northern Song.

It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear

Or how I tare or if my hair is brown,

When it's only a Northern Song.

If you think the harmony

Is a little dark and out of key,

You're correct,

There's nobody there.

And I told you there's no one there.

Dear Sir or Madam will you read my book?

It took me years to write, will you take a look?

Based on a novel by a man named Lear

And I need a job so I want to be a paperback writer, paperback writer.

It's the dirty story of a dirty man,

And his clinging wife doesn't understand.

His son is working for the Daily Mail,

It's a steady job, but he wants to be a paperback writer, paperback writer.

It's thousand pages, give or take a few.

I'll be writing more in a week or two.

I can make it longer if you like the stile,

I can change it 'round and I want to be a paperback writer, paperback writer.

It you really like it you can have the things,

It could make a million for you overnight.

If you must return it you can send it here,

But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer, paperback writer.

Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs

Of ev'ry head he's had the pleasure to know.

And all the people that come and go stop and say hello.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.

Wet behind the blue suburban skies

I sit and meanwhile back

On the corner is a banker with a motor car.

The little children laugh at him behind his back.

And the banker never wears a "mac" in the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.

Wet behind the blue suburban skies

I sit and meanwhile back

In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hour glass.